My Family Went Crazy After I Died
The enemies of my adopted sister's parents mistook me for her and kidnapped me.
Before the rogues killed me, they gave me three phone calls for help.
If anyone was willing to give me three hundred dollars, I could live.
For the first call, I dialed my father.
Father didn't listen to a word I said. He immediately unleashed a torrent of curses.
"Where the hell are you? Get your ass back home right now for your sister's birthday!"
For the second call, I dialed my brother.
My brother listened silently to my plea for help, then hung up with a cold snort.
"You're never around when the pack needs you. Who's going to fall for this act now?"
For the third call, I dialed my fiancé.
He didn't even answer. When I called again, I'd been blocked.
The rogue wolf laughed at me.
"Looks like being the eldest daughter of the Ashwood family doesn't mean much, does it?"
After he tortured me to death, he stuffed my body into a suitcase and threw it in the river.